Nastu was puzzled by her long silence.
"Won't?"
Su Yumo really wanted to say no at this moment, but her competitive spirit wouldn't allow it.
"Get out of my way! I'm speechless."
"OK."
Nastu lay down beside her and deliberately made a loud noise.
"You are free to play."
Su Yumo rolled his eyes and said, "Is there any need for you to tell me that?"
Although Nastu couldn't see in the dark, he still had to express his feelings and couldn't hold it in.
Su Yumo recalled the video he had watched a long time ago, and soft moans slowly flowed out from his lips.
From the moment she stepped into the golden tent, Nastu could see that this woman was always trying to show off. She was obviously still very young, but she pretended to be very skilled. Her method of seducing men was so immature that it was unbearable to watch.
But he did not deny that she was indeed quite pretty.
Her skin was white and tender, with an icy texture, and her black hair was so smooth that it slipped away from his fingers like little fish if he wasn't careful.
Her small face was not even as big as his palm, but it was bright and beautiful, especially her red lips.
Listening to the intermittent moans of the woman beside him, he felt a little distracted for the first time.
This woman doesn't have any witchcraft.
Su Yumo used to be able to sing all night in KTV without feeling tired, but now she feels her throat starting to smoke after just a while.
She touched Stu's arm and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't scream anymore."
When Nastu heard her crow-like voice, he didn't make things difficult for her and just sneered.
"If you can't get used to the wine from the grassland, what's the point of showing off?"
"What do you care about me?" Su Yumo touched his throat. "Is there any water?"
From the fight with him just now, she had a preliminary understanding of Nastu. He was not as fierce, violent, and unkind as he seemed. He was even a bit lively and sinister.
If she didn't have this judgment, she wouldn't dare to order him to do anything even if she had nine lives.
Nastu got off the bed, groped his way to a low table, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water.
Feeling his breath gradually approaching him, Su Yumo supported himself with his arms and sat up with difficulty from the bed, his waist and neck feeling slightly sore.
She stretched out her trembling arm, took the water poured by the culprit, and drank it in one gulp.
Her strength exhausted, she collapsed on the bed again, and the cup fell to the ground.
"I still want to drink."
Su Yumo felt that drinking water did relieve the pain in her throat, and the water here was sweet, cleaner and more moisturizing than the water filtered by modern technology.
With the help of the flickering torchlight outside the tent, Nastu saw the beautiful face of the woman, her long eyelashes fluttering, and tears seeming in her eyes.
King Yundan Khan carefully selected such a delicate person to be an undercover agent.
Or was all this just her disguise, pretending to be pitiful, innocent, and lovable, and then taking advantage of his relaxation to stab him in the throat with a dagger.
Beautiful women are the most deceptive.
The unification of the grassland has reached the final step, and we must not let our guard down at this time.
Instead of pouring her some water, he sat down beside her, his right leg resting on his left knee, his right arm casually draped over it, and turned to look at her.
"What benefits did King Yundan Khan give you?"
The tone was cold, like winter ice, leaving no room for the flowing water.
Su Yumo wanted to sit up and talk to him, but with the enemy above her and her below her, it was easy for her to be put in a passive position.
She exerted force on her waist and abdomen and raised her neck.
Bang!
It fell in one second.
"Want to run?"
Su Yumo noticed that his tone was getting heavier and quickly waved his hand, "No, let me think about it."
"How are you trying to trick me?"
Oops! It's getting darker.
Su Yumo's brain quickly recalled the scene just now.
King Yundan Khan, the first middle-aged man to speak, was also her recommender.
Why did Stu ask for benefits?
Is this a conspiracy?
Are the two of them hidden rivals?
Is she undercover?
This made things complicated, and Su Yumo cried in her heart.
Why does a child-bearing system have to involve a power struggle? Wouldn't it be better to let her have a sweet love affair?
Nastu became impatient and leaned over, pulled out the dagger hidden in his narrow sleeve, and put it against her neck. The cold touch made her open her eyes wide.
"Have you figured out how to trick me?"
Su Yumo's neck tensed and he blurted out: "Money."
Her father told her that, except for life and death, there is nothing that money cannot solve.
Once you have money, you should exercise.
Under his supervision, except in extreme weather, Su Yumo would go out for a run every day, and a special nutritionist would prepare meals for her.
Therefore, from childhood to adulthood, she has never suffered from a serious illness.
Nastu controlled the dagger and moved it slowly against her neck.
"Money or life?"
"Of course..."
Su Yumo was about to talk about fate, but changed his mind.
In principle, she is already a dead person, so the worst that can happen is that she will die again.
When she thought about how timid and frightened she was just now, she wanted to slap herself.
They were just bigger, wilder, and louder.
What is there to be afraid of?
Su Yumo tilted his head slightly, just in time to meet Nastu's eyes.
Only then did she realize how close they were, the heat from above hitting her face and making her feel itchy.
A powerful masculine scent enveloped her, trying to penetrate every corner of her body.
The celebration outside was not over yet, and various sounds came one after another. At this moment, the sound of some unknown instrument rang out, passionate and heroic, like a drunken poet singing.
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